[Hook - Caps]

I grew up round maal shottas, what you think that made me?

Whipping up grub just like the eighties

See blue lights and we suck the chase G

Pull up on your block, blacked out Mercedes

Got the xabad, now them bruddas wanna scheme on me

I'm overseas, Dolce jeans, twenty G's on me

Girls like my codeine, they wanna lean on me

Shooter's got the pistol tucked, don't cause a scene homie

[Verse 1 - Caps]

Don't cause a scene, you seen what the gang's on

On the net but last time I checked they're getting blammed on

Five white Z's, grab the Rex, it's getting yanked on

Gave my cat a spoon to test, she said "It's bang on"

I don't phone for nothing less than a kilo

Told my runner "Pay me on Friday", I'm like Deebo

Remember seeing my olders pull up in a new Evo

Now I turn my block into a Need For Speed show

My bitch got a body like she caught a M charge

Don't ask where I've been, I've been in the ends darg

Ten bags this week, still keep your two pence darg

Know you're getting splinters if you're sitting on the fence darg

On my block selling pebs G, tryna make ends meet

Send my guy up north, grab some .410 sweets

Bells come deadly, put a hole in your renny

My Amiri jeans tight so I get neck in a Tech Fleece

[Hook - Caps]

I grew up round maal shottas, what you think that made me?

Whipping up grub just like the eighties

See blue lights and we suck the chase G

Pull up on your block, blacked out Mercedes

Got the xabad, now them bruddas wanna scheme on me

I'm overseas, Dolce jeans, twenty G's on me

Girls like my codeine, they wanna lean on me

Shooter's got the pistol tucked, don't cause a scene homie

[Verse 2 - Enzo]

Roll a nizzy up, going uptown, don't cause a scene

Rocking with the shottas, chilling in that fleece

Running bands in my sleep, they're telling me "It's meant to be"

In the trap I look lavish, I'm stepping out in Burberry

Keep it real, still doing deals all year

No fiction, baby this is not like theirs

Cali smoking but we blow it in the air

Kept it G with me, that's why you're rare

I'm sipping on lean, it got me feeling lazy

I'm feeling faded, rolling up in a Mercedes

Trap house booming, run it up just like the eighties

And I won't lie you been on my mind lately

Maal came from Pakistan, yeah

Free my darg, he's in for selling hard grub

With the trappers, told my mum I'll be a star

Bro spill, I found light in the dark

[Hook - Caps]

I grew up round maal shottas, what you think that made me?

Whipping up grub just like the eighties

See blue lights and we suck the chase G

Pull up on your block, blacked out Mercedes

Got the xabad, now them bruddas wanna scheme on me

I'm overseas, Dolce jeans, twenty G's on me

Girls like my codeine, they wanna lean on me

Shooter's got the pistol tucked, don't cause a scene homie